[BelovedAntipop]

tl;dr: *non serviam*

Had I been part of Harvard's class of 2026, I'd boo Conan O'Brien on principle. He just stuck his head into Hume's Guillotine, trying to derive an ought from the "is" that is GenAI screwing over Hollywood, and I would happily pull the lever.

He does not get to tell me what my mission is, or dictate my generation's mission, or anybody's mission.

Speaking strictly for myself (something O'Brien should try for once in his life): I did not spend my life being told that because I'm a man my feelings don't matter, just so that everybody with an axe to grind can try to conscript my heart into the service of their idea of a good cause.

Besides, how does this clown know that AI won't eat itself without young people's help? Model collapse might already be happening, and I am so here for it.

[customguy]

But isn't that kind of what graduation speeches are? Unsolicited advice? E.g. that sunscreen one (if that was even a real speech)

> "Remember the compliments you receive; forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how"

How does this clown even know anyone even gets compliments, or doesn't have bad memory anyway?

[tapoxi]

O'Brien didn't say this, the article is about Ronny Chieng.

[BelovedAntipop]

Thanks for the correction, but I'm going to leave my original post alone even if I could still edit it.

I've no more use for Ronny Chieng's ideas as to what I should do with my life than I would Conan O'Brien's or Eric Schmidt's. Let them live their own lives according to their own ideas.

I mean to do the same, as I've done for decades.